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“Shadow of the Swamp” Officially Released and Hall of Fa Opened – [Additional Update 12/25] 1317: 445.
“Shadow of the Swamp” Officially Released and Hall of Fa Opened – [Additional Update 12/25] (Additional update [2/5] for “Blue Eyes” brother)
After seeing off Brother ow, Stick Brother felt a tinge of sorrow alone in the tent.
Ah, our relationship has ultimately waned, huh.
He let out such a silly sigh, and then imdiately realized sothing was off.
His clever mind quickly entertained a rather “thrilling” possibility.
Given Brother ow’s shrewd way of thinking, there’s no way he wouldn’t realize that the cooperation between the Big Bird Team and the Hamr and Sickle Brigade was the optimal solution.
But now he had given up on partnering with Stick Brother…
There was very likely a mix of “personal grudges” involved.
Could it be that his request to Brother Fa, asking for Brother ow to join him in a “seven-day imprisonnt,” had been exposed?
No way, right?
Brother Fa wouldn’t normally disclose such matters.
After all, judging by his deanor on the forums, he doesn’t seem like soone who delights in others’ misfortune.
Plus, as a moderator, he should at least have the professional ethics not to reveal such things…
Ay, if only I had known what would beco today, why did I ever…
Carrying this faint sorrow, Stick Brother poured himself a glass of fruit wine and took out a small bottle to drip a few drops of blood into it.
This was the “prescription” Lady Triss had given him—to alleviate the terrifying attribute reduction after each ti liya fed on his blood.
Though Vampire Players only resembled vampires without the true instinct to feed, the transformation did bestow them the ability to draw strength from fresh blood.
However, people from the civilized world wouldn’t be barbaric enough to actually taste blood.
During liya’s first embrace, Stick Brother tried a mouthful of blood and nearly retched.
Hah, even as a vampire, they still had the stomach of an otherworlder; the native vampires’ “nu” was still too bizarre for them.
“I feel the unease in your heart…”
liya’s voice rang in the tent, causing Stick Brother, who was sipping the oddly flavored blood wine, to sigh.
He had grown accustod to liya’s sudden appearances.
As his “blood” was continuously drawn, liya’s strength was gradually recovering.
This forr Wolf Poison girl had recently begun her wings’ “second growth phase.”
It made her sowhat uncomfortable, always wearing oversized clothes to conceal the blood dripping from her back.
Unfortunately, her poisoned-blinded eyes still showed no improvent, unless she consud the Origin Blood.
But the re na suggested how expensive it was.
Stick Brother didn’t even dare to ask Sir Morphy the price, for fear of shocking his fragile heart.
Every ti he thought he had so wealth, a variety of new items would appear to prove that he was still a penniless rcenary.
“You seem troubled by sothing.
Can you tell ?
Perhaps I can offer so consolation?”
liya held a staff like a white cane.
She moved gracefully towards Stick Brother.
Her keen vampire senses prevented her from tripping over anything, but her deliberately slow movents added a sense of “fragility.”
Facing liya’s question, Stick Brother hadn’t intended to answer, but since he had nothing better to do, he decided after so hesitation to lay out the current situation.
After patiently listening, liya was silent for a few seconds, as if searching for the right words, before she spoke:
“Actually, in my opinion, Brother ow’s choice is the correct one.
Even if we disregard the friendship between you two and just calculate from the most rational perspective, for him to seek empowernt by aligning with another force in this endeavor is a decision he must make.
Your team is dominant among the warriors.
If he continues to follow you, it’s equivalent to giving up his own ambitions and being content as your vassal.
For the ordinary, this is a fine life plan.
However, anyone with a bit of ambition wouldn’t want their fate tied to another strong entity.
Even if it’s not now, the sa situation is destined to arise later.
And from my limited understanding of you, you should have anticipated this.
You’re not soone who feels secure; you’re always preparing for potential misfortunes.”
“I know,” Stick Brother said in a low voice, putting down the wine glass.
“But it’s still sowhat disconcerting to see forr partners beco competitors.
Because I know his capabilities, I realize just how fierce the competition in this expansion will be.
The competition between us erged as soon as we were incorporated into the sa guild system, and now it’s just being brought into the open.
In a new world filled with infinite possibilities, no one wants to accept the notion that they’re diocre…
I am like that, ow is like that, the Silver Moon Group is like that, and student groups are like that.
The potential we once concealed is now being unearthed, but just like the mbers of a united wolf pack, we must establish a pecking order.”
“But this is good,” liya said softly.
“Healthy competition will keep you all striving, which in the long run makes you stronger.
Stagnant water only breeds irredeemable decay.”
“Hmm,” Stick Brother nodded in agreent.
As a forr soldier, he concurred with liya.
He had also realized that his team would likely have to fight this battle alone.
But Stick Brother didn’t fear this competition!
Just as Brother ow had said, his Crimson Hamr Sickle Group was superior in both quantity and quality due to “recruitnt,” especially after they gained the Winged Cavalry class system.
The rise of the Crimson Hamr Sickle Group was all but certain.
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